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Not the Boston WAGs by providing_leverage
Fandom Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
20 Jul 2026
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Why Him? by providing_leverage
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
04 Feb 2026
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The next hour is kind of awful.
Hayden's brain keeps turning up worst case scenarios (he's sick, he's still too injured to play, he's been traded to LA, he's requested a move to Boston because he got Lily pregnant out of wedlock). Shane is wearing his media-smile. Jackie is doing all the heavy lifting, conversation wise, and clearly peeved at Hayden for not being chill about whatever talk Shane wants to have after this.
OR: Shane is dating Ilya Rozanov, which is better and worse than what Hayden was expecting.
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27 Jul 2026
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The world did not work like this, with him under Rozanov, with Rozanov fucking him for the first time in his life and then again and again and again. It did not work like hiding his whole life, the important parts of it, from his parents. But also, it did. And fuck if Shane was going to give it all up because he was scared.
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27 Jul 2026
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God, Shane never wanted to be mad at him. He hadn’t wanted to continue it. He had wanted to play, too, to suspend reality and just let himself believe that this room was his whole world, that he could talk to Rozanov, play with Rozanov, that nothing else mattered. And the champagne in his blood, the looseness it brought to his shoulders, the ease it granted his brain made it so he could merely sniff in the extra moisture in his nose, blink away the wetness in his eyes, and look up at Rozanov like they were normal, like nothing else had been said. “Why would God take a call from you, Rozanov?” he had said, voice small but brave.
Rozanov had finally grinned, had let Shane see his beautiful teeth. Shane had wanted to be bit, in that moment, all over. “He knows me,” had been his response.
Shane had sniffed again, had looked down at Rozanov’s shoes, how one of them was gently stepping onto Shane’s foot. An anchor. “God’s not gonna take a call from you.”
“Hm. Why?”
His chest had felt warm. “Because you’re evil.”
or, Shane's drunk, and yearning for Ilya Rozanov is inescapable, and probably bad for him
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26 Jul 2026
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Ilya had thought it was dumb, when Galina suggested it. A code word for when his mental health was bad—he and Shane didn’t even have a code word for sex, and Ilya was regularly tying Shane to the bed and slapping his ass until it was as red as a tomato.
“Is there a reason you’re calling me?” Shane asks now, voice echoey over the phone. “Or is this part of your strategy to win our argument?”
Ilya swallows hard. “Constantinople,” he says.
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Or: Ilya goes through a rough patch.
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